The voices were muffled beneath a layer of soil and rock; So quiet he almost missed the familiar lilt that sent his stomach crashing into his throat. It was her, Catori. The strange girl who believed in tree spirits and walking lighter. The idiot who would run right up to a stranger, easily a head taller than herself, and challenge them in such a way that she could have left with a few scars. The very same fae who he had brought here, and if she died tonight, deep within the confines of the fallen den, it would be his fault. No. She couldn't die there. He wouldn't allow it.
Miccah gave him a command that somehow broke down the wall. Lost in his panic he hadn't even noticed the newest arrival. With that a renewed sense of awareness racked his body, and his paws ceased their desperate digging. He turned to the fae, Mossy orbs planting themselves on her pale form. Kite it was? It was clear that she had the answers, and the male was hanging on her every word. A strange thing for Ashton Hervok, who never thought before jumping into action. He was headstrong, seeing life as a paws first experience in every situation, but this time he couldn't. He had to wait, find out the correct way to go about this, because for once it wasn't just himself on the line. It was her's, and nothing else mattered; Could ever matter, except getting her out of there.